Page 8 of Double Play

“But he’s so hot and I know you used to dream about him. I’m not asking you to marry the guy. Just fuck him.” She bites her lip and mock shivers. “I bet he’s amazing in bed. He could fuck the re-virgin right out of you.”

“He’s certainly had plenty of practice.” I mumble, “Fucking#laidbylaytonis practically trending all the damn time. It’s pathetic.”

“Whowereyou talking to just now? If it was your vibrator, I’m staging an intervention.”

I let out a laugh. “It wasn’t Captain America.”

She scrunches her nose in disgust. “It’s weird that you named your vibrator Captain America.”

“Why? He’s the sexiest superhero ever.”

“Debatable. I’m more of a Thor fan. I love his hair. Actually, come to think of it, Layton Lancaster sort of looks like Captain America. Is he the reason for the name?”

In a high-pitched voice, I squeal, “What? No he doesn’tlook like the Captain.” He totally does, but I’m not admitting that there may be a correlation between the two.

She gives me a look suggesting she doesn’t believe me. “Do you dream about getting railed by Captain America? The real one.”

“Hmm. Maybe a little bit.”

She laughs. “Who was it on the phone this early in the morning?”

“Coach Billie. She said that management wants me to go to the Cougars’ stadium this morning for a meeting with the new owners.”

“The Cougars? Holy shit. What for?”

“I have no clue.” I look around at all the boxes in my room. I know there are plenty more all over our apartment. “I’m sorry I have to bail for a few hours. I’ll help unpack when I get home.”

She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. You’re pretty useless anyway.”

I smile. Ripley is a clean freak. She hates that I’m not. “You’d probably prefer I not be here so you can put things where you want them.”

“Very true. Have you…umm…talked to your brother? I thought we were going to see him last night.”

I swear she’s always had a thing for him, but he’s five years older than us and has never given her the time of day. He sees her as a little sister. “He wassupposedto meet us. That’s why we went to Screwballs after practice. I guess he never made it, or he left before we got there. I suppose we were running late. I’ll catch up with him this week. Maybe tonight for dinner or tomorrow for breakfast.”

“Gotcha. Sounds good.”

All of a sudden there’s a loud pounding at our front door.We hear Bailey’s voice. “You guys need to come see this. Hurry up!”

We exchange baffled looks before jumping out of bed, running to our apartment door, and opening it. Bailey is standing there shaking her head. “Kam has officially gone off the deep end. Literally.” She motions for us to follow her to the apartment next door that she and Kamryn share.

We walk through to Kam’s bedroom. As we enter, we see her spread out on her bed with her hands behind her head. The bed is rippling, as is her body on top of it.

I gasp. “Is that a freaking waterbed?”

Kam smiles. “It sure is. I’ve always wanted one. Now I can afford it.”

She presses a few buttons on a remote control, and it lights up in a variety of neon colors.

Ripley shakes her head. “Is it the eighties? Are we in a time warp? Do adults actually still own waterbeds?”

I laugh. “I’m just glad we’re not in the apartment below them. With the amount of sex she has, that bed will definitely pop. I hope you bought bed insurance.”

Kamryn is very sexually open to say the least. She doesn’t care if it’s men or women. She freely moves around from person to person without a second thought or regret. I wish I had a sliver of her courage. I suppose I used to, though I never quite reached her level of uninhibition.

Bailey scoffs. “It’s going to sound likeFinding Nemoin here every night.”

Kam giggles. “I’m hoping forPoint Break, with hot guys surfing on top of me. Or maybeBlue Crush, with hot girls surfing on top of me.”

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